OK, I am in my writing up year, back from maternity leave with a 10 month old DS and (so as not to drip feed) lost my father unexpectedly 6 months ago. I've had bouts of anxiety/depression before and think I might be in one now - I'm supposed to be tackling my data analysis, and somehow day after day nothing happens, I feel increasingly paralysed, guilty and inadequate.
I know the key advice is to get help, and I guess that's what I need to do, with GP as the first point of call (But I'm pissed off with myself at being here again - I'm not a mental health novice, I've had CBT before, and feel like I know a lot of what any Dr will say, I'm just shit at implementing it)
But any hand-holding would be great, or if anyone has similar experiences to share? I feel like other PhD/academic parents I know are just getting on with things, whereas I am indulging in these histrionics and self sabotaging.
The PhD process is such a great opportunity in so many ways, but in others it seems tailor-made to induce anxiety and isolation (not helped by the fact I live away from uni and my supervisor is V hands off) when in comes to the ephemeral process of qualitative analysis I'm starting to feel like what I'm doing has no meaning or connection to the real world...